Chapter 161: First Kill

This girl was exactly the granddaughter of that deceased Senior Uncle Liu who had entered the sect with him a few years ago. It seemed her name was something like "Xiaofeng." When she entered the sect, she looked like she was only eight or nine years old, but she looked exactly like a smaller version of the "Blood-Sucking Girl."

He was also a bit stunned at the time, unable to figure out if she was really the Blood-Sucking Girl, or someone else who looked exactly like the Blood-Sucking Girl.

Two years after entering the sect, he was still on guard against the "Blood-Sucking Girl" coming to his door to "kill him to silence him."

But after this girl entered the sect, she seemed to have disappeared, and there was no more news.

Even if he later knew that new disciples entering the sect became true disciples, he didn't think of this girl at all.

After all, according to his thoughts, if the other party was really the Blood-Sucking Girl, sneaking into the Sixiang Sect must have some plot, and she would naturally be extremely low-key.

But now it seems that this girl really doesn't seem to be the "Blood-Sucking Girl" herself, and she has even become the second Qi Refinement true disciple of the Sixiang Sect, that legendary "Lin Lin Shijie."

Wang Yu looked at the red-skirted girl in the distance, feeling truly speechless in his heart.

Looking at Tianchan Laozu's appearance, he seemed to value this "Lin Lin Shijie" extremely highly. Not only did he give her a few words of exhortation, but he also took something out of his chest and handed it to her.

Wang Yu, relying on his instantly activated overclocking vision, vaguely saw that it seemed to be a golden talisman.

"Lin Lin Shijie" took the talisman with a giggle and then plunged into the passage alone.

In just a short while, more than half of the seven or eight hundred disciples had gone in, and there were only two hundred or so disciples left in the camp.

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters, let's go up too. This position is neither front nor back, it should be the most stable." Huang Li Shixiong spoke at this time, took the lead and flew into the air. Li Tianqi and the others saw this and naturally followed and soared into the air.

Wang Yu sighed and could only soar into the air silently and follow.

A few people similarly saluted Tianchan Laozu. This Golden Core ancestor swept his gaze over the few people, and in the end, just nodded to Huang Li Shixiong and didn't say any words.

A few people took a talisman each from a Foundation Establishment elder who looked somewhat familiar nearby, and then flew towards the white passage in the air.

Huang Li Shixiong rushed in first, the white light rolled, and his person disappeared suddenly.

Subsequently, Li Tianqi, Brother Sun, and Liu Shimei Liu flew in one after another.

Wang Yu's figure flickered, and he was the last to enter the white passage.

He only felt the white light flickering in front of his eyes, a burst of dizziness with his head heavy and feet light. After the surrounding scenery blurred, his person appeared in a high sky, and his flying technique failed, and he fell rapidly towards the bottom.

Wang Yu was startled. Without thinking, he pinched a spell with one hand, and the white clouds that had just disappeared swirled out around his body. After his body slowed down, he stopped in mid-air immediately. But after sweeping his gaze in all directions, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

I saw that he was located above a bare dirt slope. In the distance, there was a large dense forest, and below, two black-robed men with similar facial features were also looking up at him in surprise. Apart from that, there was no one else nearby.

Black Soul Sect disciples!

What the hell?

Entering this Jialan Secret Realm from the outside passage, the appearance position was actually random!

Wang Yu saw this situation and didn't know what had happened. He cursed in his heart, flipped his hand, and a honeycomb-like firearm magic artifact immediately appeared in his hand. It was the "Wind Fire Chant."

The two Black Soul Sect disciples below clearly reacted too. They were overjoyed, one reached out and pulled a white bone banner from his back, and the other patted the leather bag at his waist. After rolling in black Qi, seven or eight white skeletons appeared immediately. Each of them was wearing bone armor and bone helmets, and holding giant bone crossbows in their hands.

But before the two could launch an attack, Wang Yu had already flicked the magic artifact in his hand. The honeycomb-shaped gun body just turned, and immediately "whoosh" sounds were loud. After the gun barrel flashed with cyan light, more than a dozen fire lights sprayed out from it. After flashing and disappearing, they covered those few white bone demons underneath.

"Rumbling" loud sounds were emitted, and more than a dozen rays of light landed, turning into groups of exploding fireballs, immediately blowing those few white bone demons into bone fragments flying everywhere.

"Not good!"

The Black Soul Sect disciple who summoned the white bone demons was terrified. He immediately rolled on the ground, hid behind his companion, avoided the flames that were close at hand, and hurriedly took out a thick white bone shield from his body and blocked it in front of him.

The Black Soul Sect disciple holding the bone banner also hurriedly waved the banner in his hand, releasing groups of black Qi to wrap himself and his companion in it, also shocked and angry.

But Wang Yu in the air expressionlessly pointed his magic artifact at the bottom twice more. After the honeycomb gun body turned quickly twice, two more waves of fire rays shot down from the air.

"Go!"

The Black Soul Sect disciple holding the bone shield saw this and was furious. He suddenly threw the bone shield in his hand towards the high sky, turning it into a white light curtain to meet it.

The other Black Soul Sect companion holding the bone banner also inserted the bone banner in his hand in front of him, pinched the spell with both hands simultaneously, and gray-white strange flames appeared in front of his body, seemingly wanting to cast some demonic path secret technique.

"Rumbling" loud sounds came again. Groups of giant fire lights exploded one after another on the white light curtain, shaking the white light curtain continuously, blurry and unclear, as if it would shatter in the next moment.

The Black Soul Sect disciple who was stimulating the strange flames saw this but was not panicked. Instead, he smiled grimly and was about to stimulate the secret technique in his hand. But in the next moment, "chi chi" sounds suddenly came from the ground beneath him. In the next moment, hundreds of golden rays shot out like a rainstorm, piercing through the black Qi in a flash, shooting the two Black Soul Sect disciples into a hornet's nest.

The two Black Soul Sect disciples screamed, dense blood holes appeared on their bodies, and countless blood threads sprayed out from the vital parts of their bodies, making the two immediately lose their strength and lie paralyzed on the ground.

Just at this moment, the white light curtain in the air, because no one was presiding over the spell, was broken through by the rolling flames, and the surging fire light instantly drowned the two demonic path disciples.

Wang Yu in the air slowly released the spell he had pinched with one hand, and the spell imprint of the eleven-spirit-inscription "Golden Needle Technique" in his divine sense sea also dimmed.

Although he didn't need to pinch spells and incantations, he could stimulate this spell with a single thought. But now pinching spells could still help him better control the power and precision of the instant spell, and he didn't want to be discovered that his spellcasting was abnormal, so he now tried to develop the habit of pinching spells and muttering incantations when casting spells.

This way, even if someone noticed that his spellcasting was too fast and there was something wrong, he could have an excuse to explain it. At worst, he could push it to the proficiency of a certain spell he practiced hard in his daily life.

He didn't fly down immediately at this moment, but waited until the flames below had burned everything nearby to ashes before floating down unhurriedly.

Sure enough, on the ground, the two demonic path disciples had long since turned into ashes, leaving only a broken bone banner, a scorched bone shield, and two storage bags.

Wang Yu beckoned in surprise, and the two storage bags flew into his hand. Except for a scorched smell on the surface, these two storage bags were actually intact.

After his mind turned, he suddenly realized.

Although he had changed the arrow inscription of the Wind Fire Chant to the Fire Bomb Technique, this spell did not have the bonus of the top-grade fire spirit root, and its power was much smaller than the fire bomb technique he cast himself. The flame temperature was not enough to destroy the storage bag.

He was overjoyed to collect the two storage bags, beckoned again, collected the two broken magic artifacts on the ground, then soared into the sky, and plunged into the dense forest not far from the dirt slope. ===== CHAPTER 162 =====